Starlight Rending

For the 9 November there is a poem about how small this universe makes me feel sometimes…

Made of sticks and stones

photo credit: The Knowles Gallery Idaho Sawtooths Milky-way via photopin(license)

This beauty is torn apart
By chaos winds
And bitter rains.
By the harshness of the times,
By the frigid coldness of black nights.
The stars who shine,
Jealously guard those distant lights.
Never sharing of the warmth
Of their distant, alien, hearts.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Random Love Tricks

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She is not here, she is gone.
Just a mirage at the oasis for the lovesick.
Only a temporary delusion
That she ever could have existed in this world,

In my world.
In the barren desert of my heart.
In the endless silence
Between the heartbreaks

That in the infernal night
Wraps me tight within its arms.
Because I’m alone
For she is gone.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Night in Shining Armour

The night in shining armour
Rediscovers my moonlit memories.
How the mighty are humbled
When uncovered by the moonbeams.
Treasure of my beating heart
A taste of your honey lips,

The forgetting that happens
When we’re together.
The wasted hours
When we’re apart

And I long for wine and song again.
Safe, with you in my arms.
Sí, mi amor. Sí, mi amor.

© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally published 10 September 2016

Starlight Rending

photo credit: The Knowles Gallery Idaho Sawtooths Milky-way via photopin (license)

This beauty is torn apart
By chaos winds
And bitter rains.
By the harshness of the times,
By the frigid coldness of black nights.
The stars who shine,
Jealously guard those distant lights.
Never sharing of the warmth
Of their distant, alien, hearts.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Wish Upon

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Sky searching, scanning the horizons of night
For a glowing ember of yesterday
To pin my hopes upon.
While the darkness is wrapped about me
Like a blanket, for the unbroken hours until the dawn.

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© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

While it thunders outside

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photo credit: Closer via photopin (license)

Kiss me on the lips,
I’ll hold you in my arms
‘til the night has calmed.

© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally Published 18 July 2015

(My World)

lights

Let me in,

Let me in.

You can’t keep me outside tonight.

You can’t keep me away from the light,

The flame you’ve lit is burning inside

And now all I want to do

Is share the sins of the world

(My world) with you.

 

© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Penumbra

 

Flecks of colour in the night
Flickers of motion beyond sight.
The glory of memory
Of you and me. Of you and me.
Repetition of this ceremony

Beneath the waves of this sanctuary.
With a touch as cold as the altar stone
And bed a barren ocean where I lay alone
Within this dark. Where outside lights
Dance and tease just out of sight.

No heart’s comfort now you have gone
The hearth is cold within this home,
And in the garden flowers might
Crumble to dust; in this world turned black and white.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

StarRise

photo credit: Pascal Volk Explosia [Explored 2016-08-22] via photopin (license)

photo credit: Pascal Volk Explosia [Explored 2016-08-22] via photopin (license)


The silence of this season
Completes me.
The Night holds me in her arms,
The darkness drapes her body:
Caresses my feeling in the coldness
Of her ebony being.
I plunge into the heart of her,
And in falling I shine.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Last Dance

Another year of blogging nearly gone by and here’s a poem from last November to kick off my annual review of some of my personal favourites from the last year.

Made of sticks and stones

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And the lights go down
Night after night
And the orchestra
Go home to their beds.
And in the early hours
When I am alone
I wonder
If I should’ve asked you to dance.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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